Chapter 2749: Highlighting Vocal Characteristics

"We Asians, the youth are more charming. Guests from all four seas, friends from the five continents, the Asian breeze rises, the Asian spirit roars across the sky. La la la la, the Asian spirit shakes the heavens with its roar, la la la la, the Asian spirit shakes the heavens with its roar..."

Jiang Yueyue, Ma Xiaotong, and Huang Jiamin returned from their meeting, and as they walked down the corridor, they heard singing coming from the office.

The three exchanged glances, and Ma Xiaotong laughed, saying: "This is Xu Ying's voice!"

Jiang Yueyue stopped in her tracks, listened for a moment, then laughed too: "It must be that our boss caught this little girl—given her personality, she'd definitely find a way to show off in front of the boss."

Huang Jiamin sincerely said: "Xu Ying has an amazing voice, and her style is so versatile—she can sing any song. But finding the perfect song that truly suits her voice? That's been incredibly difficult. It's been half a year now, we've collected many songs, and our contracted lyricists have written several for her—she can sing them all flawlessly, yet something still feels missing."

"A few days ago, I even met with Dou Xian'er to discuss Xu Ying's situation." Jiang Yueyue stood at her office door, listening to the singing inside, and spoke softly: "He also had friends write a few songs for her—Xu Ying sings them well, but these songs fail to highlight her vocal strengths or showcase her individual style."

"Exactly!" Huang Jiamin nodded: "It's lacking personal style, unable to highlight her vocal traits. If we find a song that suits her, this girl will surely soar to great heights."

At that moment, the singing in the office stopped. Jiang Yueyue raised her hand and knocked, then pushed the door open and walked in. Ma Xiaotong and Huang Jiamin followed, and they saw Zhou Andong sitting cross-legged on the sofa, while Xu Ying stood rigidly like a primary school student—but her gaze toward Zhou Andong held anticipation.

"How is it?" Jiang Yueyue walked over and sat beside Zhou Andong: "This girl's voice isn't bad, right?"

"Not just 'not bad'!" Zhou Andong said bluntly: "It's much better than yours."

"No!" Zhou Andong's words startled Xu Ying—she may be young, but she's not stupid, and she couldn't accept that: "Sister Yueyue is far stronger than me—I can't match her high notes."

Ma Xiaotong and Huang Jiamin burst out laughing—this was something only Zhou Andong would dare say, especially to Jiang Yueyue's face. If anyone else thought it, they'd never dare say it aloud.

"Indeed, I absolutely can't match her in high notes." Jiang Yueyue laughed: "But her vocal range is wide, her voice rich and deep, with that desolate, highland snowfield quality—it's like she comes with built-in reverb. I can't possibly not be impressed. Besides, she comes from a learned family, received professional training since childhood—she's far beyond someone like me, a half-baked amateur. How could I possibly compare?"

"You still have some self-awareness." Zhou Andong pulled out a cigarette from his pocket; Jiang Yueyue took a lighter from under her coffee table and clicked it—lighting his cigarette.

Ma Xiaotong and Huang Jiamin watched this, their lips twitching visibly. Everyone in the company knows smoking is forbidden in Jiang Yueyue's office—but now, Zhou Andong isn't just smoking there, she's even rushing to light his cigarette. This double standard is unbearable to watch.

"How about it, my big boss?" Jiang Yueyue tilted her head, gazing at Zhou Andong's profile, her tenderness impossible to hide: "Write a song for this girl—see if we can get her on this year's Spring Festival Gala."

Zhou Andong took a drag and said: "Her voice is too unique—writing a song for her can't be rushed. But once we find the right song, writing more for her afterward won't be difficult."

In truth, Zhou Andong already had a song in mind, but writing it now would be too early—some songs, if released too soon, won't catch on. Like *Blue and White Porcelain*: industry critics rate it extremely highly.

Even top lyricists and composers in Hong Kong and Taiwan, who are notoriously hard to please, have to admit: *Blue and White Porcelain* excels in both lyrics and melody, yet it remains lukewarm—neither cold nor hot. So, crafting a song for Xu Ying requires careful thought.

Huang Jiamin sighed: "Having such a great voice, with such a distinct tone, isn't necessarily a good thing—it makes finding a suitable song incredibly hard."

Zhou Andong laughed: "She's still young—she has plenty of time. We'll definitely find the right song for her."

"I've always wanted to ask you to write a song for Xu Ying, but I knew you were busy, so I didn't call." Jiang Yueyue stood up, walked to her desk, opened the drawer, and took out an exquisite ashtray.

Ma Xiaotong and Huang Jiamin exchanged glances, seeing helplessness and pity in each other's eyes. They could see Jiang Yueyue's feelings for Zhou Andong—but such emotions are destined to come to nothing.

Even if Zhou Andong and Qiu Qiu divorced, Jiang Yueyue and Zhou Andong could never be together. Her sister is still alive, her younger sister is with her former brother-in-law—how would society view them?

More importantly, one is a household-name celebrity, the other a powerful entrepreneur with immense influence—if they were to unite, they'd inevitably attract nationwide attention. At that point, gossip and slander would drown them.

Jiang Yueyue placed the ashtray in front of Zhou Andong, then turned to Xu Ying and said: "Writing a song can't be rushed—since the boss promised you, he'll definitely deliver. Just wait patiently."

Xu Ying quickly understood the leaders had something to discuss, and hurriedly said: "President Jiang, President Ma, President Huang—you talk, I'll leave first."

Watching Xu Ying leave, Jiang Yueyue said: "Now let's talk about the Spring Festival Gala—being one-of-a-kind isn't enough to get on the Gala. What's your plan?"

Zhou Andong looked at Ma Xiaotong: "Does your father have any leverage over his rivals?"

Ma Xiaotong shook her head: "I don't know—I never ask my father about his work."

"Go ask him." Zhou Andong flicked ash: "If he has it, and if he trusts me, he'll hand it over. If he doesn't trust me, well, that's fine too."

"Okay, I'll call and ask." Ma Xiaotong stood up and walked out—she wouldn't dare speak carelessly about this.

While waiting for Ma Xiaotong to return, Jiang Yueyue asked Zhou Andong: "How's your Korean coming along?"

Since the Korean tutor left, Zhou Andong hasn't seriously studied, but he said, face neutral: "Still okay—basic communication is fine, but I can't write."

"Really?" Jiang Yueyue smiled and said in Korean: "Answer me in Korean."

"You're so childish!" Zhou Andong blinked, smirking: "I've already written *One and Only* in Korean—I'll sing it once, you write it down."

Jiang Yueyue froze, disbelieving: "Really?"